
Date of issue: 10.10.2019
Song language: English
Haunted House |
She’s in a haunted house |
Middle of autumn out (side) |
Got what she wanted but haunted by being unwanted now |
She’s in a haunted house |
Middle of autumn out (side) |
Got what she wanted but haunted by being unwanted now |
Welcome to spooky season, thirty seven degrees |
Welcome to broody reason, to the seventh degree |
The organs are playing, the orphans arraying the keys |
Endorphins are fading, decaying with mental disease |
(And the) leaves they are falling off trees and the trees they are falling down |
Horses and carriages, shoulda been marriages, ghosts of this town |
(Who) |
Women named Mary |
(Boo) |
Bloody and scary |
(Ha) |
Laying in baths full of cherries and squeezing out juice |
Looking like Baby Goth, something staining her teeth |
Halloween spirit with pumpkins instead of a wreath |
The fog is like witch’s broth |
And it’s making it tricky to see |
The vibe is wicked, sick, and |
Wroth |
Wonder what’s buried beneath |
Walk up to the door |
Axe on the floor |
Greeted by bats |
Old Victorian decor |
Ask for |
The lady with cats |
Kitchen a liquor store |
Pours |
Jack in a Venetian glass |
Cellar a candy store |
More |
Wine bottles than there are rats |
She’s in a haunted house |
Middle of autumn out (side) |
Got what she wanted but haunted by being unwanted now |
She’s in a haunted house |
Middle of autumn out (side) |
Got what she wanted but haunted by being unwanted now |
Out in the dark of night, no living people for miles |
Only the ghosts of the witches who burned at the trials |
Only the glow of the potions in beakers and vials |
Nothing but zombies and coulda been mommies who live in denial |
Peeping the parlor, silver amor in my periphery |
Saw where her former partner became a martyr in the distillery |
Took a step inside |
Eyes |
Darting and looking, saw those of an owl too foul to prowl around like he’s wise |
Imagery, imagery, images in pictures living in infamy |
Infinite weavings of symmetry |
Misery in the vicinity |
She isn’t even old, only born in '95 |
Heart is so freezing cold if it broke again she wouldn’t be alive |
Feeling mysterious, eerie, and drained of my energy |
I took a peek at a dreary near me book of elegies |
Developed a theory she wasn’t weary to make enemies |
Heard a creak as I took a peek at all of her memories |
She’s in a haunted house |
Middle of autumn out (side) |
Got what she wanted but haunted by being unwanted now |
She’s in a haunted house |
Middle of autumn out (side) |
Got what she wanted but haunted by being unwanted now |
She’s in a haunted house |
Middle of autumn out (side) |
Got what she wanted but haunted by being unwanted now |
She’s in a haunted house |
Middle of autumn out (side) |
Got what she wanted but haunted by being unwanted now |
Deprived inside, she’s ruthless to survive |
She saw me in the hall and grabbed her forty five |
I’d only just arrived to see if it was true |
I turned around and heard a sound out of the blue |